They fired Dern today...
Half the proprietor of Hookers 'n' Cookers was let go this afternoon. I sat back in my wallicle and I thought I heard her come in and say she had gotten fired. I clocked out and helped her pack up a box which contained things from her almost-six years at the Starship. I helped her load up her car, and she was fine until one of my coworkers hugged her. I saw her crying, hugged her, and said, "You know I live right down the street from you. We have to stick together. You have my number; call me day or night."
I don't know who I'm going to show my lunch to everyday.
I don't know who's going to make me do my leg trick in the call center.
I don't know who's going to be my super sekrit kitchenwares finder.
Dern would bring me into work when Kermit was sick. She even brought me in last Friday because 006 and 006½ were picking me up. She's cared for me, prayed for me, and imparted way too much wisdom. She's given me hilarious stories about working at the Starship. She's become a close friend, despite our almost forty years' age difference. She makes jokes about me and black men, and I told her she was just jealous.
Who am I going to have to worry about in the call center?
Who will I be able to rely on when I'm stressed out?
Who will make me laugh when something mundane and petty happens?
Who's going to be my birthday buddy?
I'm going to box it up; I am so upset by this. From an business standpoint, I can understand why, but it angers me. I've helped her get into her computer since the new servers were loaded, and we perpetually tried to log into her system again and again. She does have a physical disability in regards to her brain, and part of me wonders if it's between her age and this disability that she was let go. I have been on a computer since about the age of 4; I know my way around Windows systems. She hasn't, and she was having such a difficulty. She would thank me profusely whenever I brought her system back online again.
I don't know what to feel about this. I am feeling just so blank. I wanted my first update from this weekend to be about the awesomeness that transpired this weekend with 006 and 006½ or the insanity that Hustla tried to bring. Instead, I'm going to box this up, drive into Baltimore City, and hopefully, he'll make me forget.
Hookers 'n' Cookers will live on in your memory. I won't show off my leg trick to anyone else, or laugh as hard as I used to. I'll stay in my wallicle, push some papers, and think of happier days...
... I love you, Dern.
I don't know who I'm going to show my lunch to everyday.
I don't know who's going to make me do my leg trick in the call center.
I don't know who's going to be my super sekrit kitchenwares finder.
Dern would bring me into work when Kermit was sick. She even brought me in last Friday because 006 and 006½ were picking me up. She's cared for me, prayed for me, and imparted way too much wisdom. She's given me hilarious stories about working at the Starship. She's become a close friend, despite our almost forty years' age difference. She makes jokes about me and black men, and I told her she was just jealous.
Who am I going to have to worry about in the call center?
Who will I be able to rely on when I'm stressed out?
Who will make me laugh when something mundane and petty happens?
Who's going to be my birthday buddy?
I'm going to box it up; I am so upset by this. From an business standpoint, I can understand why, but it angers me. I've helped her get into her computer since the new servers were loaded, and we perpetually tried to log into her system again and again. She does have a physical disability in regards to her brain, and part of me wonders if it's between her age and this disability that she was let go. I have been on a computer since about the age of 4; I know my way around Windows systems. She hasn't, and she was having such a difficulty. She would thank me profusely whenever I brought her system back online again.
I don't know what to feel about this. I am feeling just so blank. I wanted my first update from this weekend to be about the awesomeness that transpired this weekend with 006 and 006½ or the insanity that Hustla tried to bring. Instead, I'm going to box this up, drive into Baltimore City, and hopefully, he'll make me forget.
Hookers 'n' Cookers will live on in your memory. I won't show off my leg trick to anyone else, or laugh as hard as I used to. I'll stay in my wallicle, push some papers, and think of happier days...
... I love you, Dern.